Over at the party, Ruth's already met Victoria's actor friend Mitchell, who looks a little like Barney Miller but taller. She's trying and failing to keep up with his conversation about sitcoms, and somehow manages to be embarrassed at not knowing who Jennifer Love Hewitt is. I think I could live being with that kind of embarrassed. "Well, uh, Mitchell," Ruth says. "Yeah," Mitchell says. And then he just walks away from her. Snerk. Ruth looks forlorn standing there all alone until Other Knitter With Lines comes over to greet her and say, "You look so forlorn standing here all alone." She wants to help Ruth troll for "some nice, quirky guy" (because George's problem was that he just wasn't "quirky" enough), but Ruth isn't up for it: "I am seven million years old. And I have this emptiness that won't go away. I've gone everywhere and I've done everything." Her voice rises as she continues to bemoan her singleness, which has stretched out over more than half an episode now. "I just want to be left alone so I can shrivel up in peace! Please!" "Okay," Other Knitter With Lines chirps nervously, and leaves Ruth to her shriveling. Ruth turns and spots her famous potato salad, which is still sitting on the buffet table having yet to be indulged in by a single person, famous or otherwise. The symbolism does not escape her.